6-5-25
FOR YOUR EYES ONLY, SAID THE SIGN.
THE MOVIE BILLBOARD HAD A USUALLY PLACED SIGN SITTING ON TOP OF THE METAL FRAME THAT HOUSED THE POSTER.
EVERYONE WAS STUNNED TO REALIZE THE SIGN WAS MEANT FOR EVERY MOVIE GOER BRAVE ENOUGH TO VIEW THIS PARTICULAR SHOW.
THE SCREENING ROOM WAS WELL LIT AFTER THE VIEWING OF THE MOVIE.
NEVERTHELESS, THE POPPING OF A FUSE WAS HEARD, THEN THE UNUSUAL VOICES, SCREAMING HELP!
THE ATMOSPHERE WAS BONE COLD INSIDE THE SCREEN ROOM AS EVERYONE FROZE IN THE PLACE THEY STOOD WHEN THEY SAW WHAT WAS HANGING FROM THE CEILING…
“Good story ideas seem to come quite literally from nowhere, sailing at you right out of the empty sky: two previously unrelated ideas come together and make something new under the sun. Your job isn’t to find these ideas but to recognize them when they show up.”
– Stephen King
As we stood there, frozen, our attention was drawn from what was hanging from the ceiling to the fact that everyone’s hair was falling from their head, strand by strand.
What was going on?
You could hear a pin drop at first until we all started losing our hair.
Then, question after question filled the silence of the room with the buzz of people murmuring things.
Questions like, was it something we all ate here?
Was it the popcorn?
“There is no way that writers can be tamed and rendered civilized or even cured. The only solution known to science is to provide the patient with an isolation room, where he can endure the acute stages in private and where food can be poked into him with a stick.”
– Robert Heinlein
6-18-25
Good Grief, I told those in the room, the popcorn is not the reason we are losing our hair.
I turned my attention to the high-pitched scream coming from the object hanging from the ceiling.
There, she was the goddess of Nair, dropping some sticky substance on our heads
But then, all of a sudden, the room temperature turned into an intense heat.
The goddess of Nair fell from the ceiling.
What was she doing here?
6-27-25
“Wait a minute,” the goddess said. “Stop running away from me.”
All of us watched in amazement as we froze in silence and stillness.
Her flowing gown seemed to glow in the pitch darkness that once again enveloped the room.
It was immensely freezing, which stiffened our bodies along with our fear.
What would she do to us if we didn’t do as she said?
You could hear a pen drop in that room from the silence of what happened next.
7-2-25
“I do not believe in words, no matter if strung together by the most skillful man: I believe in language, which is something beyond words, something which words give only an adequate illusion of.” – Henry Miller
I noticed the trim of her flowing gown had an accent of gold or was it silver?
Either way, her gown impressed me so much. I began to admire her beauty, starting with her hair. It seemed iridescent in the glow of her extreme composure. Maybe awe was the word to describe what I felt in her presence. Yes, awe was a part of her beauty and mystery, I think.
What started out as fear of the goddess of Nair became almost like a spell. She was binding it on us, pulling our energy into her dominance.
We were hypnotized by her eyes; she was trapping us like a snake was being guided by music, she would mesmerize us, gain our trust, to be sure the owner knew about us in here while he popped popcorn in the lobby.
I tried to scream, so someone outside the room could hear me, with no sound coming forth through my mouth, nor was I able to move, I’d be stuck here in this room with these people, forever so it seemed.
Unless I would be strong enough, if I could acquire any strength over the goddesses’ power over me, if I could revert my eyes away from her then I could break her hold over me, but how?
7-6-25
All the breath in my lungs seemed to be sucked out until I was gasping for air, trying everything I knew to catch my breath.
She was using my soul so it seemed to gain power over me, causing me to shut my eyes, thinking that would prevent any stronghold she had over me, but it didn’t.
I could break something, anything that I could get my hands on in this room, and I could gain someone’s attention in the lobby.
What could I find, though, a room full of recliner chairs, a screen, and speakers, nothing else.
Then I noticed the breed of houseplants someone had placed in the room, there on the left side, not too far from my reach.
I grab the handheld shovel that was lying by the plants to bang on the floor, causing commotion that would gain the attention of those in the lobby, but…
7-15-25
“Writer’s block results from too much head. Cut off your head. Pegasus, poetry, was born of Medusa when her head was cut off. You have to be reckless when writing. Be as crazy as your conscience allows.” – Joseph Campbell
Beyond the row of seats, there was an alarm button.
I hit it, and suddenly, the man in the lobby rushed in to see the cause of the alarm.
There he was staring at the goddess of Nair clearly with shock on his face.
The goddess did something shocking to all who were in the room.
She disappeared.
After all of us left, the janitor walked inside to clean up the popcorn, spilled drinks, along with any trash left on the floor.
P.S. The story of the goddess of Nair was actually the movie. Sounds too real-life scary, huh?
WRITTEN FOR : girlie on the edge-six-sentence story
All QUOTES AND WRITING WORD PROMPTS PULLED FROM GIRLIE ON THE EDGE POSTS:
“Writing means sharing. It’s part of the human condition to want to share things – thoughts, ideas, opinions.” – Paulo Coelho
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